let me fucking tell you all about my grandma.
this woman, at the age of 25, had her first child and had a second one the next year and a third the year after that. she ended up divorcing my biological grandpa when my mom (the second child) was three years old because her husband cheated on her multiple times and abused drugs.
she worked full time, took care of her elderly mother who didn’t know how to drive, and ended up creating her own company. not only did she work her ass off, but she found time to also be involved in my mom and my aunt and uncle’s lives. when she remarried when my mom was like fifteen, she continued to work hard and set a positive example for her kids.
my grandma and grandpa have taken my aunts and uncles and my mom on a multitude of fantastic trips all over the world. when she finally became a grandma, she didn’t lose speed at all. as a little girl, i remember her coming over in leather pants and beautiful turquoise jewelry, offering me and my sister little paper fans from china and souvenir sweatshirts from italy from hers’ my grandpa’s trips. despite their living 45 minutes away from us, they always came to my dance recitals, grandparents’ day at school, and any other miniscule event we had going on. hell, she had breast cancer TWICE and i didn’t even know about it at all.
moving away from them was the hardest, but they didn’t sit around waiting for us. even though my grandpa just turned 85 and my grandma just turned 80, these two are literally out on the town all the time. between dinner parties and bridge games, art movie nights and trips to new york and washington dc to visit me and my cousins, my grandparents never stop.
when we found out my grandma’s cancer was back and she’d have to have a hysterectomy and part of her colon removed, my world came spinning down on me. my grandma’s overcome a lot of things in her life, but i think we were all a little nervous that, god forbid, this would be one thing she wouldn’t be able to handle. today, i got to talk to her, as she had the surgery two days ago.
this was a major surgery, and she’s sitting there chatting away to me about what she’s going to have for dinner and how excited she is for my grandpa to come over. this is a woman who has been sick beyond what i can fathom as a seventeen year old girl, and she still wakes up every morning to prepare my grandpa breakfast, make business calls, and put her make up on (splendidly, might i add).
i love her so much, and if there’s anything you can get from this is that no matter how bad your situation is, you can always bust out your leather pants, throw some eyeliner on, and rock and roll, baby.
laying in bed
watching moonrise kingdom
going to write and eat home made lasagna later
guys omfg i got a job interview at my favorite restaurant awooo!!!!
the way that my family treats me is actually not okay
changed my application to goucher from regular decision to early action yesterday
i’d say this was a pretty successful week:
and now all i have to do is just reassemble my closet and do homework over the weekend and i’m good to go wooooOTO
reasons why this day sucked so far:
reasons why today is awesome: